Ocean Is Great
By Sainkho Namtchylak
Flying seegulls at the declining day.
Under the lead cup of clouds
the sun is seeking final ray.
I am kneeling down under the look
of testifying all curious watchers.
Do they hear the heartbeat of
rumbling ocean, of latent strength.
Indifference of perfection of sky
is drowned into endless fantasy.
Like if innocence of creator
is drawing genius pictures
and does not care
was it noticed
the beauty of the sunset,
purity in crown of nature.